Friday, January 7

Your mileage may vary...

Mine starts at 151335.

On that day, the world was old. Very old. Although, there are those who will dispute that, I believe it. Being a creature of limited facilities and knowledge, however, I'll leave the arguements of universe and ages to those who actually care about such things. I'm not one of them.

It is cold. It is winter. I dream of warm weather and sunny places, with comforting warm breezes. Of course. It's winter, and grey and bleak and dull here, and I'd love it if my hands were warm.

I have a miserable cold and I'm wasting the day. I spent the first part of it on the couch, the middle part of it in front of this stupid computer, and I'm now about to migrate back to the couch. That will undoubtably make the phone ring. It will not be an interesting phone call, though. It never is.

Why is it that as teenagers we spend as much of our lives as possible with telephones surgically attached to our heads, but as we grow older, most people would rather smash the miserable instrument rather than actually answer it? Most people, though not all by any means. I have a cell phone that nearly never rings. I like it that way. It's only real use in life is to store phone numbers and to occassionally amuse me with it's text messaging capabilities. Those are somewhat limited and clunky, since typing in a long message is a bit difficult. It's also impossible for me to see the damn screen in sunglasses. That makes it unlikely that I will call anyone while driving. On the other hand, that's not a bad thing.

The purple car is not here today. Hubby has kidnapped my purple car. He left his clunky thing, but I don't really want to drive it. The radio doesn't work, the ignition is a pain in the butt, and there is a broken strut [apparently] in the front end. It could use a visit to the mechanic, but I'm afraid to take it there, because he would then have to drive my car there, and the purple car is in love with the mechanic, despite my best efforts to convince her that he is seeing other cars.

I think I will go lie down on the couch now, and see how many dogs try to push me to the floor. Either that, or I shall perch on the couch and stare at my fish tank. I should probably take a picture of it sometime soon.

In my profile, I said I work in an aquatic specialty store. In other words, I sell fish for a living. Live fish, along with crabs and snails and bugs and rocks... marine tanks introduce some truely bizarre conversational topics into people's lives. The new (or old) enthusiast will be very excited over the new peice of rock they just bought. They spend tons of money on crabs. They add snails deliberately. It excites them to death to have new algae growth. It's bizarre, is what it really is. Otherwise normal people (you think!) gibbering like fools at an apparently inanimate thing sitting in a small, artificial container of water, with more electrical equipment attached to it than can possibly be healthy. It makes fire marshals cringe just to imagine.

And of course, I spent at least an hour messing about with my own tiny little reef tank this morning. It's endlessly fascinating, because every single day, without fail, there is something new to see. Most of the time, it's not the best things, but it's constantly changing and evolving in there. My little yellow clown goby is still bent out of shape over the firefish taking over his favorite hiding spot. The firefish is aggravated by the scooter blenny who takes no notice of anyone, and Squeak the freaky puffer just ignores it all unless it looks like food. If it's a snail or a crab, or a peice of shrimp, he thinks it looks like food. This creates a constant problem -- since he EATS all the small hermits and snails I put in there, three or four at a time, which makes for an expensive meal for a fish. Big hermit crabs are not of interest to him but big snails tend to be a target because he takes bites from the foot. This is not a good thing, but I really don't know what the heck to do with the fish, so for now I just live with it.

Checking it out...

Well, since Livejournal is filled with children and teenagers, and I'm tired of it, I decided to try out something different. No big plans or anything, but I do hope to be inspired to post here more often than there.